P. M. —To Flint’s Pond.
Much warmer at last.
On Flint’s Pond I cut a hole and measured the ice twenty-two rods from the shore nearest to Walden, where the water was nine feet deep (measuring from its surface in the hole). The ice was twenty-six inches thick, thirteen and one half of it being snow ice, and the ice rose above the water two inches.
This ice is as solid as at any time in the winter. Three inches of snow above.
It was so much work to cut this hole with a dull axe that I did not try any other place where it may have been thicker. Perhaps it was thicker in the middle, as in ’47.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, March 13, 1856
It was so much work to cut this hole with a dull axe that I did not try any other place where it may have been thicker. Perhaps it was thicker in the middle, as in ’47.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, March 13, 1856
Much warmer at last. See March 14, 1857 ("A warmer day at last.")
On Flint’s Pond . . . ice is as solid as at any time in the winter. See March 15, 1860 (" I hear that there was about one acre of ice . . . Flint's Pond on the 13th. It will probably, then, open entirely to-day."); March 19, 1854 ("Flint's Pond almost entirely open."); April 1, 1852 ("I am surprised to find Flint's Pond frozen still, which should have been open a week ago.") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Ice-Out
March 13. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, March 13
The ice on Flint’s Pond
as solid as at any
time in the winter.
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Ice is as solid as at any time in the winter
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
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